There is a river in the south of Shendu Castle, and on the north side of the river there is a stone path made of bluestone slabs. Nianwu Pavilion Nian Zhiyu stood on the stone path, looking south, and entered a verdant garden.

This forest is very large, and the plants that grow here seem to have an unusual vitality, and even though it is the end of summer and autumn, the whole forest is full of vitality comparable to that of spring.

Walking on the bluestone path, there is the rustle of falling leaves under your feet, and the chatter of pedestrians on the roadside makes this place not as quiet as you imagined.

Nian Zhiyu swaggered into the forest like this, and then under the gaze of many people, she came to the front of the green hill.

This Qingqiu is the Tianshu Mausoleum that many young students dream of being able to enter and see.

It wasn't the first time Zhiyu had come to this green hill, she had been here a few years ago. It's just that last time, Zhiyu was to look at the Heavenly Book Tablet, and this time, she was to kill someone.

This cemetery, which has been praised by countless cultivators, is no different in Zhiyu's heart, and she has never wanted to come here since the last time she entered the mausoleum.

Not coming is not because she doesn't need it, but because Zhiyu needs it, and this cemetery can't meet her. So, under the shocked gaze of many people, Zhiyu pushed open the heavy wooden door.

As the wooden door opened, many people led their necks to try to find out the environment inside the lower tomb through the crack in the open door.

Zhiyu showed a smile if he didn't have it, his body shook slightly, and then blocked the gap, and when the gate was wide enough for one person, Zhiyu stepped out with one foot, and when he fell, he had entered the mausoleum.

There were many exclamations behind him, and as soon as the index finger and middle finger of Zhiyu's right hand fell in front of him, the door closed tightly again.

In the crowd, a young man fell silent as he looked at the figure that disappeared in front of the Tianshu Mausoleum.

Entering the cemetery, huge ancient trees are formed, and some sunshine at the end of summer seems to be unable to penetrate the thick leaves, which makes the mausoleum much cooler.

Under the shade of the tree, Zhiyu didn't go to see the Tianshu Tablet, because those things had already been conquered by her, and in the face of the mausoleum keepers who came forward, Zhiyu didn't say anything.

The mausoleum keeper should not appear easily, but Nian Zhiyu is different, after all, for many people, the Tianshu Mausoleum can only be entered once in a lifetime. And Nian Zhiyu entered this time for the second time.

This kind of behavior undoubtedly broke the rules of the Tianshu Mausoleum, and the mausoleum keepers naturally could not turn a deaf ear. It's just that the mausoleum keepers also know one thing, that is, Zhiyu's cultivation has already surpassed all the mausoleum keepers in this mausoleum.

The mausoleum keeper pondered for a moment, although he didn't want to make a sound, but according to the rules, he needed to make a sound.

"I don't know why Mr. Nian is here?"

The reason why he is called Mr. Nian is because Nian Zhiyu has not had the slightest feminine demeanor since she entered the WTO, so many people who know the inside story think that she is a good man wearing a woman's skin.

Of course, just like that, these people don't dare to be so presumptuous.

The second reason why she is called Mr. Nian is because when she entered the mausoleum, she had beaten a certain mausoleum keeper of the Lishan Sword Sect. As for why the tomb keeper was beaten by Fat, the reason is very simple, just because he called him Miss Nian.

Since this incident, the mausoleum guards naturally did not dare to call it indiscriminately, after all, no one wanted to try the taste of that gun.

"I'm looking for someone."

Zhiyu left a word, flicked his sleeves, and walked past the mausoleum keeper. The mausoleum keeper looked at Zhiyu's back and sighed silently: I don't know how to be a woman for ten years.

It wasn't until Zhiyu arrived at the second Tianshu Tablet that the mausoleum keeper returned to the Tianshu Tablet again with his hands behind his back.

Zhiyu walked quickly, without the slightest slowness of her daughter's house, and the wide cyan robe was thrown off because of its speed.

Along the way, many of the mausoleum guards saw that familiar figure, and it stands to reason that they should have done something, but when Zhiyu really approached, these people didn't dare to say anything except to call Mr. Nian.

In fact, if Nian Zhiyu wants to enter the Tianshu Mausoleum, there is another way, and that road is the Shinto. But Shinto has always been only available to the Holy Queen Mother and the Pope, and if Zhiyu wants to leave, he needs the Holy Queen Mother's permission.

Nian Zhiyu, who disliked the trouble, naturally didn't want to ask for help, so she would rather choose to enter on foot. As a genius who once reached the top of the Heavenly Book Tomb, she is naturally not afraid of those restrictions on ordinary people.

When Zhiyu stepped over the last Heavenly Book Tablet, she naturally saw the strongest god general in the continent guarding the Shinto.

Zhiyu flicked his sleeves and approached the pavilion step by step, which was built on the surface of the lake, which was naturally formed by the impact of the waterfall, and no one knew how the waterfall was formed.

A small lake, divided in two by Shinto, with a small pavilion built in the center of the lake.

In the pavilion, an ironclad warrior dressed in shabby armor and with no nakedness except for his closed eyes sat on the ground in the center of the pavilion with a rusty cold iron sword.

Looking from the place where Nian Zhiyu was, if it weren't for the people who had reached a certain level of cultivation, they would naturally regard that piece of scrap iron as some inferior statue. It's just that Nian Zhiyu, who is familiar with the Taoist collection and has looked at the library, naturally knows that the statue-like person is the goal of her trip.

Zhiyu came to Han Qing's side, looked at the cold iron sword that had been eaten by the wind and snow, and smiled.

"You're here?"

Inside the pile of tattered armor, a low, hoarse voice rang out.

Zhiyu raised his eyebrows, sat on the ground without any scruples, sat in front of Khan Qing like this, immediately closed his eyes, and said calmly: "One day." ”

When the words fell, there was no sound on the side of the pavilion, except for the occasional cool breeze that hit and rolled up Zhiyu's wide robe, and the entire pavilion fell into a strange dead silence.

Khan Qing opened his eyes, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen this world.

If you go back to the last time you opened your eyes, it was about a hundred years ago, and there was a certain teenager who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he once trespassed on Shinto.

The young man is really good, with a body like gold and iron, he defeated many mausoleum guards and came to the last level of Shinto. It's just that when Khan Qing opened his eyes, the young man never had a chance to open his eyes again.

Since then, many have tried to take shortcuts, but only a few have been able to come to him safely. And compared with the young man a hundred years ago, these people didn't even have a chance to open his eyes and see.

Now, when Zhiyu came here and closed his eyes, he opened his eyes. His eyes were slightly gray, not as black and gray as those of the Terrans, and his pupils were clearer than those of the Terrans.

Because of the clarity, those eyes can express emotions clearly. At this moment, the depths of his eyes expressed an intriguing and complex look.

When Khan Qing made an oath, how could he have thought that there would be today?

As the guardian of the Tianshu Mausoleum, he and the Tianshu Mausoleum have long been integrated, a few years ago, when Zhiyu entered the Tianshu Mausoleum, he was in this pavilion, a few years later, Zhiyu returned, he was still in this pavilion.

Han Qing knew that Nian Zhiyu at this moment was the biggest test for him, if he broke his oath, even if he won Zhiyu, he would not be able to get out of the Heavenly Book Tomb alive.

If he didn't break his oath, with his current cultivation, even if this armor was very strong, it would still be difficult to resist.

This must-kill situation, as early as when Zhiyu entered the mausoleum, Han Qing had already deduced the result from the killing intent she felt.

Zhiyu, who can condense killing intent, no matter how well she cultivates, at least only one of Khan Qing and her can live.

As the number one god general in the mainland, Han Qing is certainly not a brainless person, he knows that Zhiyu's so-called day is actually reserved for him to make decisions.

But no matter how you look at it, he doesn't seem to have any chance of living.

After all, it was a saint who wanted his life, even if he was lucky enough to defeat Zhiyu, there was another saint waiting for him, and her strength would be stronger than her.

As the Holy Queen Niangniang said, since Nian Zhiyu has entered the Tianshu Mausoleum, no matter whether he wins or loses, Khan Qing will definitely die.

In the current situation, Han Qing understands, Zhiyu understands, the Holy Queen understands, and the rest of the people also understand.

Khan Qing looked up, and the armor that had long been fixed to the rust was heard as he stood up with a harsh grinding sound. The bare eyes are trying to remember the scenery in the mausoleum.

In the Tianshu Mausoleum, in three simple small houses, a middle-aged man suddenly raised his head. Under the scattered and dirty hair, a pair of deep eyes saw a scene on the gazebo through the walls of the room.

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed without knowing the so-called so-called body, originally intending to stand up straight, but after seeing the cyan figure in the pavilion clearly, he suddenly stiffened on the spot.

The middle-aged man subconsciously stretched out his right hand and brushed his messy hair slightly, revealing his hidden face. That face is very ordinary, so ordinary that after many people have seen it, I am afraid that they can only remember the sloppy appearance of the middle-aged man.

At this moment, the sweat in the pavilion, looking in this direction, the middle-aged man with a tired face, yawned, seemed to be not addicted and lazy, and then pulled the gray quilt that had not been cleaned for many years, and fell asleep on the bed.

Khan Qing's eyes didn't fluctuate, he just wanted to see what these people looked like, because he was about to die.

The middle-aged man sleeping in the hut had been in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum for thirty-seven years, and it was only today that he had only woken up from a dream and recovered from the heavenly book full of his head.

Thinking of the scene when he entered the tomb thirty-seven years ago, thinking that since he was twelve years old, he had fought 127 battles with him, but he had never won, and his heart seemed to have left the Tianshu Tomb.

Maybe he has been pressed under the feet of that person all along, so the middle-aged man was very unconvinced to enter the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, and then indulged in the Heavenly Book and couldn't extricate himself, and now Han Qing is trying to live, which awakened his already confused heart.

The sun and the moon rise, the stars in the sky exude a faint light, in the Tiandao Courtyard, Mao Qiuyu seemed to feel something, came to the window and looked at the starry sky, only as soon as he looked up, he saw two particularly dazzling stars in the sky.

The star close to the south exudes a faint chill, and under the convergence of the starlight, it seems that he has seen a lot of snowflakes, thinking about the figure in his memory, Mao Qiuyu turned around and walked out of the room.

Under the cover of night, the departing figure of the dean of the Heavenly Dao Academy, who was more than half a hundred years old, seemed to be in such a hurry that even the door of his room had not had time to close.

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